Roy, The Rookie and Me
So I met myself a ballplayer today, tried and failed to pimp this little blog, but did make a certain boy laugh at my attempts at serious pep talk. I was strangely hyper.
Me: Hi Ricky...how you doing?
Ricky: (really quietly)Fine...thanks.
Me: Here, sign this, I guess. You know there are a lot of really good Jays blogs...this is mine (shoves address written on piece of paper)
Ricky: (he flicks his eyes)Uh huh...
Me: You need to go after the Yankees and Sox more...
Ricky (laughs)
Me: Don't give in to them!!
Ricky (laughs more)
And then thank him and walk away, feeling strange. It is a good thing I'm not an army general, because my soldiers would laugh and we'd lose the damn war. I fortunately had the presence of mind not to yell "It wasn't so funny last night, was it, little boy?"
Other notes: They were showing Ricky's rather shitty performance from the previous night, poor boy. The seat from Sears they had the Rickster sit on was being sold for 700 bucks. I know this because the price tag was on it. Boy is a freaking efficient signer. I don't know if he is shy or they told him to power on through, but he kept his head down and powered through close to a hundred people in about 15 minutes. And dealt with tall, curly haired women and their pep talks. Who forgot to tell him he looks like LL Cool J. Oh, and the pictures being sold in the Jays Shop have a sticker on the back saying "Rocky Romero." Sticker fail.
I then went to the game later that evening and was treated to a masterful, vintage performance by Roy Halladay. My birthday is a week Saturday, and Roy wrapped a bow around some ass kicking for an early present. I looked up at one point and noticed the big 0 on the board.
The Yankee fans around me were good fun, and were also good enough to STFU when it became apparent that Doc was cruising and Joba was being attacked by imaginary midges. They were loud and hilarious. Special shout out to the six or so Desi guys who cat called Hinske all night "Hinske, we loooooove you. We have doughnuts for yooooooou!!!"
I contributed some "if you were less fat, you wouldn't have swung at that."
And I enjoyed a game without television commentary.
Oh and one Jeff Blair, rested from vacation, was quite chatty the evening before on Twitter. He think JP is going to be gone at the end of the season.
Me: Hi Ricky...how you doing?
Ricky: (really quietly)Fine...thanks.
Me: Here, sign this, I guess. You know there are a lot of really good Jays blogs...this is mine (shoves address written on piece of paper)
Ricky: (he flicks his eyes)Uh huh...
Me: You need to go after the Yankees and Sox more...
Ricky (laughs)
Me: Don't give in to them!!
Ricky (laughs more)
And then thank him and walk away, feeling strange. It is a good thing I'm not an army general, because my soldiers would laugh and we'd lose the damn war. I fortunately had the presence of mind not to yell "It wasn't so funny last night, was it, little boy?"
Other notes: They were showing Ricky's rather shitty performance from the previous night, poor boy. The seat from Sears they had the Rickster sit on was being sold for 700 bucks. I know this because the price tag was on it. Boy is a freaking efficient signer. I don't know if he is shy or they told him to power on through, but he kept his head down and powered through close to a hundred people in about 15 minutes. And dealt with tall, curly haired women and their pep talks. Who forgot to tell him he looks like LL Cool J. Oh, and the pictures being sold in the Jays Shop have a sticker on the back saying "Rocky Romero." Sticker fail.
I then went to the game later that evening and was treated to a masterful, vintage performance by Roy Halladay. My birthday is a week Saturday, and Roy wrapped a bow around some ass kicking for an early present. I looked up at one point and noticed the big 0 on the board.
The Yankee fans around me were good fun, and were also good enough to STFU when it became apparent that Doc was cruising and Joba was being attacked by imaginary midges. They were loud and hilarious. Special shout out to the six or so Desi guys who cat called Hinske all night "Hinske, we loooooove you. We have doughnuts for yooooooou!!!"
I contributed some "if you were less fat, you wouldn't have swung at that."
And I enjoyed a game without television commentary.
Oh and one Jeff Blair, rested from vacation, was quite chatty the evening before on Twitter. He think JP is going to be gone at the end of the season.
And this little nugget about one named Rolen.
@GloBlair was rolen a giant dick?
@HumandChuck He was a dour clubhouse presence who went off the record WAY too easy ... he's a sour man who wears out his welcome.
@GloBlair so you are saying that perhaps larry bowa wasn't the only asshole in the city of brotherly love?
@HumandChuck Si.